This Is Staycation #LeanderStyle

[Dutch Lock Down Day Three Hundred Eighty Nine]

All day today in Groningen, Netherlands, it hails and then the sun comes out and then it hails and then the sun comes out and then it hails.

Super surreal.

Kind of like how I am enjoying the next three weeks of staycation.

I code and then I #Netflix and then I code and then I walk and then I code and then I #Netflix and then I eat.

Super duper surreal.

But first the news:

Even if I DID want to go somewhere, it’s not possible, so . . . but if I were travelling, I’d want to do the same thing I’m doing now.

Except with the partner and kids.

Or maybe just alone.

I mean, love my family, but … I really like this alone time stuff, too.

Now if only I could somehow have an ocean and sand nearby.

And less hail.

Much less hail.

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Want To Talk At Tech Conferences Like Me?

[Dutch Lock Down Day Three Hundred Eighty Eight]

IF your project is open source AND you want to talk with developers, as opposed to companies, then you’re like me.

Once you’ve figured out your voice and jumped down the rabbit hole of new experiences, share your adventures by speaking at technical conferences.

First, check out Toastmasters or Agora Speakers or 10xSpeaker or other speaking resources.

And learn all the things.

Then check out these conferences.

But first the news:

Totally check out this list of Free Software Events, but also here are my favourite conferences that I have spoken at OR know someone who has spoken there.

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Call Guinness?

[Dutch Lock Down Day Three Hundred Eighty Seven]

Over the past four weeks I applied to thirty opportunities – twenty-one companies spoke with me sixty-seven times and six extended offers.


Besides luck?

Good question.

But first the news:

Most all of the jobs I applied to without knowing someone first were rejected. Almost all of the interviews were from opportunities found within my network. Built over many many years.

It starts with interpersonal communication and networking over many years. Which, sure, feels overwhelming. But start now. And in a few years you’ll have an extensive network, too.

Put your resume online.

With samples.


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“Can It Be For One Minute Please?”

[Dutch Lock Down Day Three Hundred Eighty Six]

Photo by Tara Raye on Unsplash

Every night around eight p.m. local time, we tell First Minion it’s time for bed and ever since I can remember since time immemorial he’s replied with a request for just one more minute.

Of course, he must’ve learned that at some point because I’m sure he wasn’t saying it with ‘please’ or nearly as many words when he was, say, two years old, but it’s been YEARS.

And when he asks for that one more minute, the condition of said minute is that he gets undressed for bed and then he gets about another five minutes of screen time.

Therefore, I’ve started telling him it’s bedtime at… ten BEFORE eight.

Which isn’t true.

And I feel absolutely NO guilt.

Because it will only work for so long before something shifts and nights are a new and wonderful puzzle to be solved.

But first the news:

The sun is staying up longer. And coming up earlier. And the twins are getting older. And so is First Minion. And it’s about time for everyone’s bedtimes to shift to later because they’re getting older, not because the nights are getting shorter. But it’s going to upset the delicate balance that currently exists only in my mind.


The upstairs room is renovated. The construction is done. The bed is fixed. And made. The house is ready for Papa and I to move upstairs into our own floor, move First Minion into his own room, and the twins to have their own room.

It’s going to be absolute chaos.

I need one more minute.

One more day.

One more week before we throw the house into chaos, move everyone around, shift everyone’s bedtime and no one sleeps through the night.

I’m not ready.

Can I have one more week, please?

Maybe two?

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